Saturday, August 2, 2014

Introduction:Every judgment of conscience, be it right or
wrong, be it about things evil in themselves or morally indifferent, is
obligatory, in such wise that he who acts against his conscience always sins.Thomas
AquinasZeroShe has been lost wondering about for days,no emotion, aware of their impetus purple haze.What’s up with the girl! I even tried shaking her free,to no avail; in-love with me in a precipitous day-dream.

In a distance, I watch her…Participating in monotone conversations,edacious to any organic sensations.Eating food, not remembering its taste,letting time pass, aware it’s been a waste.Despair? Or she doesn’t care?...Benign to the neighbor’s bitch dog,who barks control at the edge of the bog,as if this forestalls; a walk around,to the seawall where I’m to be found.

Oh there’s more…In her town, where vermin eat their young,that’s the dark side where the moon’s hung,as they profess descendants; to a kindness in humanity,all liars in lairs; filled in stench, thorns and depravity.

So, yes there it is…I love this woman that walks without aim,absent from tint, noise or complicated acclaim.She exists invisible to them all,As she starts building that formidable wall.

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My Quote

T. S. Elliot wrote that “Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things”.